What took place next had been a shock to no body.
It began innocently sufficient, beside me asking Rob about their oceanic expeditions since he called himself a "suspected ocean creature", and their Tinder profile has photos of himself rowing, diving and kissing a huge gold trophy, in correctly that order. He responded (yay) with a reference to my cross-species that are self-declared animal (a duck-raccoon hybrid). He even laughed down and turned my laugh with unintended racist undertones â€” we blame my foot-in-mouth disease â€” into a hint at the next date (win).
We proceeded to talk off and on for four weeks approximately, with every of us taking turns to get MIA. He invested fourteen days on a boat around Bali; we travelled to 3 nations in three weeks for work. As soon as we both came back, figures had been exchanged and plans had been made.
12 hours before exactly what could have been the first date, we asked for for a rain check up on supper at FOC. Hungover Teresa would have to be horizontal all day long. Because of the 2nd time he asked me down, my BFF Chloe* was completely updated about Rob, therefore we talked about our friend Nathan* to my prospects. He asked to see Rob's pictures. We'm not certain why I never ever noticed it prior to, nonetheless it ended up being simply then that We realised Rob's age is lacking in the profile. It was our conversation, verbatim.
Me personally: that is strange. Why would he conceal it? Chloe: It's pretty dodgy. I did not understand we're able to do this on Tinder. Nathan: OMG is a picture of him with Mark Hamill?
We ignored Nathan and immediately poured into Googling Rob. We don't find much, except a few semi-recent pictures underneath the pictures tab (reasonable sufficient), a comprehensive LinkedIn page on their illustrious profession in a very prominent MNC (damn son), zero images of himself on his Instagram feed (odd) and a Facebook web page with a privacy establishing so ninja, you cannot also include him (extremely odd).